Inside these four walls all dark and dreary

Eyes wide open I stare into the window and see things clearly

The tree, the seed, the soil, the cycle, and the parables of life

The living in the dead the contrast of black and white

It is appointed unto man once to die ,I guess, we will all have our turn

But that is yet to come I still am in this room with lessons yet to learn

So I tune into the television to drown out these voices

But in subliminal messages they are influencing my choices

The time has cause the restraint on evil to nearly even not exist,

Things broadcasted these days are much worse than the moving of Elvis’s hips

The sorcery, witchcraft and the killing are not without meaning

They seem to be fantasized, but see the pattern, it is not just some thing they are dreaming

It portrays a likeness of the events to come or a mocking of the creator

It is in theatrical forms to desensitize the traitors

Those that loved the world those that sought its fame

Those that failed to seek the lord and to repent and be forever changed

But that is not the only waves that the devil does control our emotions

Turn on the music and feel the sway of lust’s pure devotions

Nod your head and move your hips and put your lighters in the air

The highest angel fell from heights that we as men can not compare

BUT we wont stop there to try and compare the waves of corruption,

There is obviously more than the tech...